And boy fly your kite You been struck by the rules It's something to sit upon. When days start to move But you might be right Spent the day on the roof A fine wine to sip upon A fine time for fools So you can call it callous Or you can call it change A sense of attendance is so overwhelming I took mine and gave it away And you can call it feeble Or condescending names The truth is I'm equal Like so many people So I put my youth down to waste And boy fly your kite You been struck by no rules It's something to sit upon When days start to move But you might be right Spent the day on the roof A fine wine to sip upon A fine time for fools